Antonio ( Underworld Mafia Romance 3)

The snowflakes are gone now. They’ve all melted from the heat that’s taking over my body. It swirls in my breasts and fills up my stomach. It spreads between my legs, so hot it aches and then seeps out. My panties grow wet.

I grab Antonio’s wrist and lead his hand to the place where I’m aching, burning, leaking. He goes still. He pulls his face away. His narrowed eyes gaze into mine. There’s a question in them, but I can’t seem to find my voice to ask him what it is.

“Triss,” he says my name in a whisper. His deep voice echoes inside me.

I can still hear the pain in it, but it’s not like what I heard earlier. Not as sharp. Maybe not even the same kind. Whatever. I just want to get rid of it.

I wrap my arms around his neck and seal his lips with mine. They part and our tongues pick up where they left off.

Antonio leans against me. I fall and my back hits the bed. As our kisses continue, he starts stroking me between my legs. My thighs quiver.

I let my arms fall to my sides. I surrender. Antonio’s hand slips beneath the garter of my pants and my underwear. His fingers brush against my curls and graze against my nub. I let out a gasp and tremble.

His fingers move lower. One enters me. I grip the sheets. He slips in another and moves both inside me, pushing, stretching. I moan. I can feel myself growing wetter. My toes that are barely touching the floor curl.

Antonio slips in a third finger. When he pushes in all three, he presses against something inside me that makes my back coil. I wrap my arms around him, clinging to him as that pleasure threatens to sweep me away. I can feel myself tightening around him.

Antonio lets out a groan and removes his fingers. I whimper.

He pulls his mouth away from mine as well and takes off the clothes covering my lower half. He slides them carefully over my injured foot and I hear them fall to the floor.

Then he kisses me again. His mouth moves to my neck as I hear a zipper come undone. The springs of the mattress creak as he climbs on top of the bed. He moves me further towards the center to make room for himself, then settles between my legs. Again, I wrap my arms around him. I close my eyes and hold my breath.

Antonio parts my thighs. The tip of his cock slips inside my wet slit. As he pushes in, I hear him panting and grunting next to my ear. My nails dig into his shirt and his skin as I let out my breath in gasps.

He’s thick. Too thick. I begin to worry that he might not fit inside me, that he might break me or that I might break him.

Antonio stops and lifts his head. I see the same concern I have in his eyes as he looks at me. But I also see other things. A haze of desire. A spark of excitement. A plea.

I grip his hips and move against him. His eyes squeeze shut as he lets out a grunt. Then his fingers dig into my thighs and he starts to move. Not just pushing in but pulling out and then thrusting inside me.

I clutch the sheets as Antonio rocks my body. I throw my head back as the amazing friction inside me sends flames through my veins. My moans fill the air.

One hard, deep thrust and I am lost. A cry escapes my throat as I shake and shatter.

Antonio continues to move. His thrusts become quicker. His grunts grow louder. Suddenly, he captures my open mouth, stealing the air that was on its way to replace what my lungs had just lost. I don’t have the strength to kiss him back.

He pulls away. “I’m… coming.”

A second later, he grasps and groans against my ear. He trembles above me as his thrusts come to an end. Warmth explodes inside my belly.

After that, Antonio goes still. I stare at the ceiling as I wait for him to catch his breath so he can move. When he does, I look at his face. The fact that I no longer see suffering there turns the corners of my lips up.

My smile disappears as his features twist in worry after he pulls out. He’s still staring between my legs so I lift my head and take a glance to see what’s wrong. My eyebrows furrow because I don’t see anything.

“What’s wrong?” I ask Antonio as I close my legs.

Something warm and sticky leaks out of me.

Antonio zips his pants. “I’m sorry. I should have used a condom. I’ll help you clean up.”

Oh. That’s what he’s worried about?

He starts to walk away. I get up and grab his wrist.